Such wicked deception, Fred loved to play tricks on
the girls who lived down by the stream.
He lied and deceived them, he’d kiss them and leave them.
His crown was not all that it seemed.
,
Amphibious malice, he said he’d a palace.
“A witch turned me into a frog.”
He promised to marry: Jane, Cath, June and Carrie,
If only they’d give him a snog.
,
His breath stank of flies and the girls were surprised,
he didn’t turn into a Prince.
He wasn’t a Royal, just slimy, disloyal.
Those poor girls have kissed no-one since.
,
Their parents, the priest and the chief of police
said something would have to be done.
A Cherokee snail set off on his trail,
for Freddie had gone on the run.
,
The snail prevailed and Freddie turned pale,
when trapped by a posse of bugs.
He tried to escape from this terrible scrape,
but croaked with a gut full of slugs.
,
Paul Hughes 2009
Love it!!! Your work is incredible and so much better than a lot of other stuff I’ve read on the web.
I’ve launched a poem and story site too. http://www.ps4k.com
I’ll add a link to your site when i update.
Stay in touch – it’s good to find other young poets on the same rocky road!
Mark
Hello there
Thanks for that. I’ll take a look. I’m still bogged down in my novel, so am slow to keep tabs on comments here. I’ve just been asked to contribute poems to a second anthology. So, I’m looking through my “back catalogue” for inspiration…
Best wishes
Paul